There exists a place called 'between'.
'Between' is in the middle of here and there. It is also in the middle of this and that.
The first time I reached 'between', she hit me out of nowhere. I didn't know or plan to be in 'between', but somehow I just landed up there. It is strange, the places where life takes you. Sometimes expected, most of the time unexpected. And when the unexpected happens, the myth of 'between' becomes a reality. A reality that you may or may not want to face, but you have to. And so, 'between' begins to exist.
And thus is born 'grey'.
'Grey' is 'between' black and white. It is also a place. It is a place in 'between'. It is the place you can see the most easily, and hence what you associate the most with 'between'.
But beware, what you see is not what you get.
I can feel myself reaching another 'between' very soon. 'Between' is also a place where things change. That is why it is in the middle of here and there. It is also in the middle of this and that. And in the middle of 'between' everything is black and white. And that is the irony of being in 'between'. It gives you the perspective of being in the middle, and being able to see things clearly, while in obscurity.
They say obscurity gives rise to confusion, but from 'between', confusion could have never been clearer. And it is in this clarity, that one takes a decision. And that decision is what remains, even when you are not in 'between' anymore. When you take a side. When you move to one of the sides. To here or there. Or this or that.
Things change. But 'between' continues to exist.